A blush stole up her cheeks and she shook her head. “We probably need to talk. I mean, we need to decide what this is.”
“Yes, what is this?” a new voice asked.
We both turned to the kitchen doorway where her mum and dad stood. How did they get in?
“Mum, your spare key is for emergencies, not so you can barge into my flat unannounced,” Lacey said.
Maureen Kendrick furrowed her brow. “Can I speak to you in the living room, please, Lacey Marie?”
She was in trouble if Maureen was using her middle name.
Meekly, Lacey got up and left the kitchen.
“Nice to see you, Fraser,” I said to her Dad, for want of anything better to say.
“It’s Mr Kendrick to you,” he said before following his wife and daughter.
“What is that boy doing here?” asked Maureen, her words travelling in from the next room.
“Having breakfast. He stayed over,” replied Lacey. I could imagine her chin jutting out in defiance.
“You mean you’re sleeping with him.”
“Well we didn’t get much sleep.”
“I don’t find this funny, young lady.”
“I’m nearly thirty-two, mother. I can have sex with whomever I like.”
“Not when he broke your heart the last time. Do you remember the state you were in?”
“Yes, but I’m different now—we’re different. Besides, it just happened. It’s casual.”
“Don’t you dare come running to us if he dumps you again,” Maureen said, her voice raising in pitch.
“You have nothing to fear. I’ll text you and won’t bother you when he does.”
Loosening my grip on my cutlery so my white knuckles returned to their normal colour, I placed them on the plate and stood. If she thought I was still an arsehole, I’d go and not bother her again.
I dressed and let myself out while they continued to take verbal lumps out of one another. At least I had one night to remember her by.
I arrived home to find David on the sofa playing on the PlayStation.
“Whassup bro? Did everything work out with Lacey?”
“It was great until her parents showed up this morning. Then I find out she still thinks I’m an arsehole who intends to break her heart.”
David paused the game, placing the controller on the sofa next to him as he screwed up his face.
I raised an eyebrow. “What?”
“Dude, you have form for hurting her. It’s going to take her time to trust you.”
I sighed. He had a point.
My phone dinged.
Lacey: Where the fuck did you go? Pussy.
Me: Your pussy seems out of bounds so I scarpered.
Lacey: My parents don’t decide who I see. I need to have dinner this evening with them, but I could drop round to yours after. I have work in the morning, so I could either bring clothes and go straight from yours or I can go home after you’ve tended to my pussy.
Me: I look forward to being the vet to your pussy. Bring a bag.
Lacey: That’s slightly weird dirty talk but I’ll go with it. See you about 9.30.
Me: I was always weird.
Lacey: True.
DAVID WAS AT OLIVIA’S so when nine thirty became nine forty-five, I paced the length of the living room. When nine forty-five became ten, I was tugging on my hair and glancing at the clock every second. Where was she? Had she changed her mind? Had something bad happened? Maybe I should go look for her.
I grabbed my jacket and keys and marched to the door, with no idea of where I was going.
Throwing it open, I stepped out and bumped into Lacey.
“You’re here,” I said, expelling a breath.
“Sorry. I got held up at the restaurant.”
I took a step backwards and gestured her past me into the flat. She dropped her bag by the door, and I helped her out of her coat. My mouth became dry and I licked my lips. She wore a scarlet dress which criss-crossed over her tits, giving her an amazing cleavage. The dress clung to her curves and she wore my favourite red stilettos.
My breath hitched.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? You’re just staring,” she said, drawing my attention back to her bright red lips.
I imagined them wrapped around my cock, and my heart picked up speed while my thoughts became a jumbled mess. I let out a strangled rasp, “You.”
“What’s wrong with me?” She looked down at herself and then back at me, running her tongue over her teeth.
Fuck, that tongue.
“Nothing. You’re perfect, and you’re fucking sexy in that get up. I think my dick is going to explode.”
She stepped closer to me, a mischievous glint in her eyes as a smile quirked her lips. “Just as well I took my knickers off in the taxi then, isn’t it?”
I moaned, dropping my gaze to the hem of her dress. “Not helping, Lace.”
“I wasn’t trying to help.”
I ran my tongue over my bottom lip to add some moisture to my dry mouth.
I needed to reveal what was underneath—needed her.
Reaching out, I wrapped my arms around her waist and tugged her against me. Slamming my mouth down on hers, I slid my hands down to cup her arse.
She pulled away, glancing up with smudged lipstick.
“David?”
“At Liv’s.”
“Good.”
She crushed her lips back against mine and our messy, desperate kiss continued.
I hauled up her skirt and pushed my hand between her legs. “You’re soaking.”
“Was thinking about you all the way from the restaurant.” She unbuckled my belt and unfastened my trousers with frantic movements, freeing my erection in a second.
I hoisted her into my arms and pressed her against the door, driving into her. She moaned.
“Good or sore?” I asked, my voice a growl.
“Very fucking good. Move.”
She gripped me with her thighs, and I gripped her arse with my hands as I thrust into her. Using my shoulders as leverage, she matched me stroke for stroke.
I didn’t remember sex with her being this good. It had always been great, but this was a new level.
She clenched her internal muscles, and I hissed out a breath. The little witch would push me over the edge. I’d blow my load ... Fuck.
“Condom,” I hissed.
She stopped rutting immediately. “Shit.”
“I can’t believe I forgot,” I said, starting to ease out of her.
“Wait. I’m on the pill for my periods, and I take it without fail every morning. I’m also clean. Got a check-up after my last partner.”
I nodded. “I’ve had one partner since my last check-up, but I used a condom and she was a virgin.”
She winced. “Poor girl. Having your dick in her for her first time would have been a bit of a shock. She might have wanted to start smaller.”
“You were a virgin when I met you, and you survived it.”
“You spoiled me for every other man,” she said.
“Really?” I rolled my hips, my cock, which had begun to flag, coming back to life.
“Shouldn’t have told you that.” She shook her head, chuckling.
“Probably not. Are we continuing sans condom, or do you want me to get one?”
“I like you inside me without one.”